Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Friday, October 24, 2014

Monday, October 6, 2014

I don't watch the news much anymoreIt is full of stress and fear It curls my forehead into trenches of painPain is a part of life something we all go throughI am learning just thatTo go through itTo feel itInstead of focus on it

There is so much sweetness in the worldthat could move into the lens insteadSo much softness to give So much understandingSo much fine detail to appreciateSo much undulation of surface So many scars to caressSo many tears to kiss

I watched my fathers forehead slowly curl into trenches of painas I expressed the past I have enduredInstead of feeling the anger that I held onto in my years of silencea sweetness emerged from my coreI recognized the stress and fear and compassion took its placeI did not wish for him to feel this pain any more than he wished it for meI wished to cradle his face in my handssmooth the trenches away with my palmskiss the tears from his heart that he could not shedI wished to tell him that even though I endured it was ok now Through my courage to share and his willingness to listen the pain was now free to fly away That bird is caged no moreand I have found my songIt was always thereinside my heart shaped boxI just had to learn that in order to receive a gift all you have to do is open it Oct. 6th, 2014